Black sesame soup

It's 15 years old. So today we're bringing you a soup full of honor and love. Remember that song, "Every time you're at work, you want to be at the table with your family and make fun of it. To be honest, the taste of age seems to be much worse than it was when it was a child, without the sound of a firecracker, without the cold television screens looking at the fireworks that fill the sky; without all the lights hanging high, and with no charades, with games, with just three or five friends, with all the shopping circles, with all the things that Lin was looking forward to, without remembering. Mother always told me that no matter how time changes, tradition or what it takes, we eat soup and pigtails for midnight. And every New Year's Eve is made by my mother herself, and every time we get here, it's like a ritual. Buying food, preparing rice powder, frying oil, plastering, crumbs, orderly conduct. The scene was no less than the national chef. Make the memory bowl of black sesame soup while the smell is still running, and grab the 2017 tail while it's hot。